【Ji Lai】【Romy】Far Star

Sister, what did you say to Gilfies?

——Reinhard wanted to ask Anne Roger this sentence very much.

But of course he couldn't ask.

Correspondingly, he has absolutely no way to ask Gilfies "what did my sister say to you".

So even though he is extremely anxious now, he has no choice but to forbear.

But fortunately, he will be 25 years old today, and he has not set foot in the battlefield for a long time. His long-term court and political life has made him smoother and softer, and his acting skills have also been greatly improved: when he supported Annie Roger's hand, led her into the door of the Amber Room, and when she walked towards the crowd with thunderous applause and stepped onto the dance floor, no one could notice anything unusual about him.

Today is his birthday, and he is in charge of starting the dance very rarely.

No one spoke at all for the first 1 minute.Everyone just watched him and his glamorous sister slowly draw an arc in the arena to the rhythm of the waltz, from one end of the dance floor to the other.Then even though the music didn't stop, he let go of her, turned around and strode towards his upper seat alone, his blonde hair shone like spider's silk under the light.

Then came the moment of real attention, when Anne Rodger, who stayed on the field, started to act.

Wearing a narrow gauze shawl, she gently lifted her fluffy white dress without a pannier, which was made entirely of ultra-high-quality gauze and crystals, and walked up. The diamond stars shone brightly when she turned her head to look.Her lovely heels clattered softly against the luxurious floor of the Amber Room, and men saluted and smiled at her with the utmost humility.Even if they knew it was impossible, most people would still hope that she could stop in front of them.

Then she finally did stop.

With a little bit of surprise, Rosenthal took a step forward and took her hand.He leaned over and kissed the back of her hand, and was dragged into the arena by her.

OK, the winner has been revealed, and everyone else can start celebrating.

The emperor usually has a very flat attitude towards Luo Yantar.

He was his first ally. He was very sure of his talent and relied heavily on him, but their personal relationship was really not that warm. In the final analysis, Luo Yantar's character was not something that could attract the emperor's preference. type.Many people even thought that they had reason to believe that the emperor would be happy to see the eccentric Reoenthal be taught a lesson.

But now, he had just encountered such a little trouble, and the emperor immediately reached out to give him a hand—this surprised many people, including Luo Yantar himself.

At the end of the song, Luo Yantar handed Anne Luojie to the finance minister who came to invite the dancer, and turned to go to the side of the emperor.

When he arrived, Fahrenheit was sitting beside the Emperor, talking to him.Seeing Rosenthal coming, Farenheit immediately stood up and saluted the emperor, and directly gave his seat to Rosenthal.

"Thank you very much." Roenthal nodded to him when the two passed by.

He didn't answer, just smiled softly at him.

The emperor watched him approaching with a cold face, and without giving him time to salute, he just said a word to him:

"sit down."

He didn't say any extra greetings to Luo Yantar at all, and didn't take any extra effort.

Luo Yantar sat down as he said, and looked extraordinary, neither arrogant nor humble, his body was always filled with that natural aloofness that couldn't be erased no matter how much he wiped it off.

The emperor's expression was not good.

But this is a public place, Reuenthal believed that he did not intend to reprimand himself.But he knew very well that this time, no matter Yu Li or Yu Li, he should apologize to him.

So he decided to start with a relatively better and more positive head.

"Your Majesty..." He said this, but he didn't expect to be cut off by the emperor in the next second——

"I've seen through you." The emperor threw a sentence across his face, his face seemed a little annoyed.However, this sentence does not sound like something that should appear in a typical dialogue between a monarch and his ministers.

"You are such a person. You are stubborn, perverse, confident and determined to go your own way. Once you relax and no one suppresses you, you will be forgetful and lawless. I never interfere with the private time of my subordinates, and I don't want to judge your way of life, but if you If you don't even want to abide by the most basic logic of doing things, and don't want to take into account the bottom line of personal safety - you might as well move to the palace in a few days, I don't mind being Louis XIV."

"...Although it is a great honor to enter the palace to serve the monarch, please believe that I have indeed learned the lesson I deserve this time-this incident is almost painful to me, and it also made me realize that Many things. I am deeply sorry to you and to many others, and while I am ashamed to ask for forgiveness, at least allow me to express my guilt."

"Apologizing is not important anymore. I just want to remind you that no matter how lucky you are, it is impossible for you to be lucky all the time. If you don't take responsibility for yourself, it will be hard for me to imagine what will happen in the future."

"Of course, Your Majesty. I know that too well now. I can assure you that everything will be all right."

"Okay. Then for the time being, I will treat you as intending to accept persuasion and become a more rational person."

"Thank you for your trust, Your Majesty."

For a while, Reoenthal thought that this conversation was about to end, but he didn't expect the other party to have more than enough to say.

"But empty talk is ultimately useless."

The emperor said so.

Then, a meaningful smile slowly appeared on his stern face: "I can tell you frankly and honestly, I have arranged for someone to watch over you. I have [-]% confidence in his loyalty and ability. And you, If you don't have the guts to throw a glove in his face or strangle him drunk, keep dragging the chain."

"..."

"Oh, that's right." The emperor continued to smile pretendingly, "I found you a job. It's not a good job, but it's yours."

Mittermeier first accompanied Ai Fang around the arena for about 20 minutes, took her to meet the emperor and introduced her to other people present, and then let her go.

Then he was dragged to a dance by the Grand Duchess, and Hilde was dragged to a dance, and then he idly stayed in the corner drinking drinks, and listened to Ai Fang's news by the way.As a result, he found that everyone seemed to regard her as an innocent, lovely, gentle, shy and reticent girl—he really didn’t know how hard she had worked so hard to achieve such an effect, but since everyone thought she was worthless If she's as blind as a bat, then she's in the game.

Even he has to admit that such an image is really a good start to attack and retreat.

Then he started searching for his colleagues.

Reuenthal had come with them, but he hadn't counted on him since he was taken away by the Grand Duchess.

After many twists and turns, he found Bidenfield.Coincidentally, the other party was also looking for someone they could talk to, so they got together like this.

Biddenfield also brought over a plate full of pastries.Although Mittermeier was also a little bit loss of appetite due to the restraint of the dress, but it would be inappropriate not to eat any more now.

"Can you find other people?" Mittermeier tried to exchange information with the other party while eating.

Bidenfeld shrugged: "There are too many people—I don't understand how we can gather so many people every time—can you find Your Majesty when you look over like this?"

Mittermeier shook his head.

"Then what do you expect to find other people?"

"Aren't you going to dance then? They're all here anyway..."

"I'm afraid of stepping on them." Biddenfield said truthfully.

"..."

But like Bithefeld, Mittermeier was never keen on these occasions.He is rough and simple in nature, and he has not received the corresponding social education, nor is he born to be the king of the salon ball like some people.

And then just when he thought about who exactly these certain people could be, that person appeared.

Like a miracle, Rosenthal suddenly came to them through the crowd, and sat down on the chair next to Mittermeier heavily but still very chicly.

He didn't say hello to them, just sat there panting.His cheeks had already started to turn red, and some of his hair had loosened in front of him. He must have wiped his sweat more than once.

It feels like he's been dancing for at least an hour straight.

Helplessly shaking his head secretly, Mittermeier handed him the almost full punch glass in his hand.

Rosenthal glanced at the cup and asked, "Is it hot?"

"It's already cold." Mittermeier said that this fully meets your requirements.

So Roenthal directly leaned over and began to drink with his hand. Mittermeier was caught off guard, but fortunately he was steady.

What is certain is that Reoenthal is really thirsty.He drank the not-so-small glass of mixed wine.

After drinking, he straightened his back and sat upright, with a calm expression: "This is too sweet."

Bidderfield silently handed him the plate of savory treats.

He thanked him, took the plate, and started eating intently.Mittermeier and Biddenfield just sat beside him and watched him, both of them couldn't figure out why some people seem to be very educated and pleasing to the eye when they grab food in a hurry.

But Reoenthal was also strangled by the dress.

Not being able to eat a portion that fits his figure, he quickly stopped, and then sat quietly on the spot to rest.Biddenfield began to chat with them about little things.There were also some ladies and ladies who came over and tried to invite them to dance, but they were all rejected by Luo Yantar on the grounds that he was not feeling well.

Biedenfeld observed Reuenthal thoughtfully.Suddenly, he laughed and said what was on his mind without fear: "Hey, how did you do that?"

He said this to Mittermeier.Mittermeier didn't immediately understand: "What?"

Biddenfeld pointed at Reuenthal with his chin, and his expression and words were wanton as if he was dead: "Recently, I am not so eccentric, and I no longer only think about women."

Mittermeier knew that Bishop Field was not afraid of anyone but the Emperor.But I only knew it before, and now I have learned it for the first time.At the same time, he also knew that if these two people fought on the spot, he would never be able to hold back either party—but what he didn't expect was that Rosenthal just replied indifferently: "Is it obvious?"

"It's so much better, man." Bidenfield didn't seem to expect him to react like this, but he still praised him sincerely.

Reoenthal let out a soft breath, feeling both uncomfortable sitting in a dress and sighing.

"Thank you, Mr. Special Agent, His Majesty." Finally, he said angrily.

Bidderfield didn't understand this time, but Mittermeier did.

He forced a smirk to cover up.

"I really don't understand why you guys made such an agreement." Rosenthal narrowed his eyes at him.

"In a hurry, people are usually very thoughtful..." Mittermeier was a little bit sorry.

Looking at them, Bidenfield felt that he could no longer even understand a man's thinking.

The dance is already half over.

Except for dancing with Anne Rogers, Reinhardt has never been on the dance floor.

Although today is his birthday, he doesn't seem to have any chance to relax and have fun - after sitting down, there will be an endless stream of interviews, polite and indispensable greetings, and various incidental or special events. discussions about official affairs.

Finally, he started to relax.

The attendants breathed a sigh of relief and took the opportunity to get him something to eat.He ate the food with a plate in a careless manner, and sat there in a daze for a while after eating.

He felt his mind go blank, but at the same time he knew exactly what he was thinking.Now a kind of unreasonable concern is disturbing his heart, and his reason is telling him that he is too fussy and moaning about nothing.He has always pretended to be very assertive and decisive, but he did not expect to experience such tenderness and hesitation now.

It made him feel ridiculous.

Then he endured it for a while—he thought, maybe after a while he'll come by himself.

But he never came.

So this little thing, which is obviously he controlled most of the plot and is not worth mentioning at all, started to slowly turn into a disaster: What did the sister say to him?Why does he look so unspirited?Is my approach too bossy?Would he be offended?It's been a long time now, but he hasn't appeared yet. Could something be wrong?

He suddenly didn't dare to continue thinking, all kinds of weird thoughts made him feel that he was about to be drowned out of thin air.

After 10 minutes, he couldn't take it anymore.

Standing up tremblingly, he raised his hand and fumbled to undo the pins and fastening buckles of the ceremonial cloak hanging on his shoulders one by one.

Then he broke free from it and stood up. At the same time, he shamelessly asked the people accompanying him to "clean it up immediately", and then took the opportunity to walk to the side of the hall.Of course someone had discovered his whereabouts, but this was his own court—everyone obeyed him, and there was no questioning to stop him anyway.So he walked through the respectful crowd and left the noisy ceremony through the side door.

No one was outside.

But it's impossible to never have it, so he knew he had to seize the opportunity.

Gently closing the door, he got into the corridor.

The somewhat dim light from the wall lamps on both sides reflected on his body, and also reflected in the long corridor composed of relief plaster roofs and huge oil paintings. For a while, he even felt as if he was walking in a dream .

The music at the prom is so magnificent.Even though he had already left a considerable distance, he felt that they were still following behind him not too close or far away, and he could still see the scenes of the clinking of cups and dancing clothes flying in front of his eyes.

He walked alone under the Roman columns that had stood here since Rudolph's time, and the mirror-like glossy black and white marble floors made him feel like a checker on a chessboard.

Mr. Checkers is very hesitant now, and at the same time very anxious.

The only thing he wanted was to get to the room with the painting of swans as soon as possible.Even if that person is still asleep, he can still soothe his heart by disturbing.

It had enveloped him countless times before, but a more poignant, more hopeful feeling enveloped him again.As time went by, his pace became faster and faster, and the sound of hasty footsteps untimely disturbed the magnificent building with more than 400 years of history.He is so familiar with every corridor, every flight of stairs, every corner, and every room. Scenes and routes roll in his mind like a film, guiding him in the direction.

And when he entered another door, raised his head and found that the other party had also arrived here, and was hurrying down the stairs from another direction, he finally heard the sound of something completely breaking in his mind.

He called out to him, and then ran over without hesitation.

Gilfies saw him and saw him run.He wanted to warn him that "it's dangerous not to run," but his immediate response was to hurry down the stairs.

In the blink of an eye, the other party had already arrived in front of him.

The emperor stopped a few steps away from him and looked up at him, his face was full of uneasiness, bewilderment and expectation, his big blue eyes looked like two steaming blue lakes.

Gilfies had never seen such an expression on his face, but he understood its meaning almost immediately.

He is very clear that even if the other party reveals his true feelings, he cannot completely let go of his worries, soothe his grudges, and forget reality.But if he can still use calculations to balance emotions and use reason to suppress impulses at this time, then he really needs to question his own humanity.

And that's exactly what you want, isn't it?

He didn't think much about anything anymore, just walked over to remind the emperor that he could do anything to himself.

Gilfies stood there in a daze.

Now the emperor was leaning against him face to face, with his arms around his shoulders, holding him tightly.He could feel his cheek against the side of his neck, the top of his golden head next to his eyes.

As we all know, the emperor is favored by fate and providence.He is synonymous with beauty.Even though they have known each other since childhood and are both men, Gilfies is still inevitably stabbed by his beauty.

If it is said that the only thing that can be felt in the initial hug is the sudden outburst of pure emotion and strong yearning, then what follows afterward seems to be a little dangerous-the temperature and touch of the emperor's skin and body are very powerful in Gilfies' mind It reverberated, but it didn't work according to normal human sex instincts, making him feel uncomfortable or disgusted.

He even dared to say that he enjoyed the experience.

At this time, the smell of perfume on the emperor's body had become thinner.All kinds of chaotic smells at the dance and his own metabolism also began to infect him.But compared to perfume, Gilfies prefers his current smell - natural, warm, indistinguishable what it is, it can be said that there is almost no, but in the deepest part, there is an extremely young musk-like breath .

The smell made him instinctively tilt his head, wanting to bury his nose in his hair.But fortunately he hesitated, because then the emperor moved a little, slightly loosened his hands around his shoulders, and looked up a little bewildered.

He didn't find any expression of disgust on Gilfies' face, which seemed to make him feel better, but he was still very nervous and embarrassed.

Gilfies could feel that he wanted to laugh at himself but couldn't.

He even felt as if he was a little scared.

This kind of situation is not common and unreasonable, so Gilfies wanted to ask him what was wrong.But before he could speak, the emperor withdrew the hand on his shoulder, and took a step back to distance himself.

This action made Gilfies feel that he was being pulled, and after he saw what happened, he had to reach out and grab the emperor's waist to force him back to the same position as before.

The emperor's long tassels encircle a dome-shaped medal he wears.

"Hug, I'm sorry..." The emperor stammered almost immediately, his expression was so embarrassing that he was about to sweat.He lowered his head in a hurry to sort them out, but——

There was a knocking of heels at the bottom of the stairs.

The two of them turned their heads together, and then saw Qisri who was standing at attention and saluting at the bottom of the stairs, looking at them without saying a word.

Gilfies let go of the emperor's hand.

He took off the medal on his body, handed it to the emperor respectfully, then stepped back and bowed his head to him.

The emperor was stunned for a long time without speaking.

Really long.It was so long that Gilfies couldn't help but remind him, but in the end he survived on his own.

He turned around silently, forced himself to straighten his back, strode down the stairs, and threw him a clean "go back" as he passed by Chisley.Gilfies followed behind him, silently acting as a foil and companion for him just like ever before.

He knows that if this continues, more and more people will think that he is a negative factor for the country.Because if a person holds a lot of power and is extremely close to the emperor's heart... then maybe this person will bring a storm to the world.

But he didn't care.

He even thought it was quite interesting—since he talked with Anne Roger in the evening, he has been in a state of extreme depression, self-denial, self-abandonment, despair, wanting to drop everything and resign and go back to his hometown alone to be with his dear In the state of the sequelae to spend the rest of my life.But then the emperor's embrace brought him comfort, gave him courage, and rekindled a kind of fire in the ashes of his heart.

He felt that he had some fighting spirit.He no longer felt bad, and he no longer thought he needed to pull back.

This is a completely different motivation from pure giving in the past.